Friday, July 22, 2016

So this one time in Iraq....

An old memory from this day four years prior:

Spent the morning at a gov ministry, counting and accounting. Accounting so rigorous you would have thought we were in Switzerland not K-stan. After 3 hours, they finally agreed to release our cash. The man walked back into the office with bricks of dinar, and I just started laughing. While my bag man signed for it, I started making dinar houses. No suitcase, just a giant plastic bag to carry bundles.


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